This morning, when I was taking the Shortlings to camp, I turned the corner in the car and saw a little bunny running down the middle of the road.
“Oh look, girls! Look at that cute little bunny hopping down the road like he thinks he’s a car.”
Normally, The Caterpillar isn’t looking in the right direction and misses such things. Then she pouts the rest of the car ride. But we were fortunate, because the bunny was directly in front of us she actually spotted him for a change. All three of us had a great view actually and there were several seconds while we oooh-ed and aaah-ed over the adorable Peter Cottontail hopping down the bunny trail/road… right up until the adolescent fox in the neighborhood darted out into the road from the bushes, snatched that bunny, and disappeared back into the thicket.
And then we continued on to our destination… older, wiser, and sadder.